Page 73 of Spooked

Strong arms wrapped around me, a shield against all that was wrong in my world. I gave in to the moment, to the man, tipping my head back to allow Mr. Vale easier access as he ran the tip of his tongue along my jawline. Time slowed; my heart raced. His kisses were a drug, and I’d never get enough.

“My Meera,” he murmured.

Yes, I was his. Wherever I was, whoever I was with, my heart would always belong to Braxton Vale.

“Are you expecting me to do any work today?” I asked, just to check. I was fairly sure I knew the answer already, but I wanted to be certain.

“Work is off the agenda. Your job today is to moan my name every time you come.” Oh my. “And I don’t mean ‘Mr. Vale.’”

“Then why do you keep making me call you that?”

“I knew from the moment I met you that you’d change my life, and I thought it would keep some professional distance between us.”

“Did it work?”

“What do you think? Every time you said it, my cock twitched, and because I’m a sick motherfucker, I decided I liked that.”

“Brax…” I tried it out for size.

“Better. Fuck, I need to taste you.”

I thought he’d kiss me again, but instead, he inched my skirt up, higher, higher, before burying his head between my legs. He feathered soft kisses up my inner thighs, then traced the delicate seam between my leg and my torso with his tongue. I squirmed, but he pushed me down on that enormous desk of his, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he did whatever he pleased.

“Do you have any hard limits, Meera?”

“W-what? I don’t understand.”

“Things you definitely don’t want me to do?”

I definitely didn’t want him to push a chopstick into my urethra—I’d seen the aftermath of that and it wasn’t pretty—but I was quite sure Brax wouldn’t be that stupid, so I just shook my head.

Then gasped as he pushed my panties aside and went to work with his tongue. Thatmagictongue. He circled my clitoris, licking and sucking and teasing, showing me everything I’d missed out on thanks to my father’s constant meddling.

But…but at that moment, I was glad he’d interfered. Glad he’d paid off all the men who’d come before. Because there was no one I’d rather be doing this with than Braxton lizard-tongue Vale.

“You taste even sweeter than I thought,” he murmured, pausing for a moment to study me.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

His familiar smirk made an appearance.

“Looks as if I’m not the only one who can be bossy.”

“I learned from the master, okay?”

He chuckled against me, which did nothing for my self-control, and I tunnelled my hands through his hair as an orgasm tore through me like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending. I remembered his instruction as I arched off the desk, but his name had been on my lips anyway.

“Brax…”

I was still trembling when he met my gaze, his chin glistening with my juices, looking so damn pleased with himself. As he had every right to be.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about doing this.” He sighed and tore my panties right off. “And that.” Great, now I’d be going home sans underwear. “You’re everything I imagined.”

And he was more than I’d ever dreamed of. I sat up to kiss those delicious lips again, tasting myself as well as him. As we paused for breath, I glanced down and saw the outline of his cock straining at his pants, and I was unprepared for the heat that rushed through me. Heat followed by a wave of apprehension.

“Are you going to fuck me here?” I whispered.

Another question rode hot on its heels. What if I wasn’t good enough?

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